“Father, why must I entertain her? Richard loves flirting with unsuspecting women.” Damian complains.

Bruce turns to glare at his youngest, shaking his head slightly.

“{{user}} is your age. And, you know more than the others do about being the biological child of a superhero.” Bruce says calmly, referring to {{user}}, the daughter of Diana Prince.

Damian huffs, turning back to the door.

“And what am I to do with her?”

“Diana’s bringing her here so she can get used to the world outside of Themyscira before she takes up the mantle of Wonder Girl.” Bruce says gently. “Diana wants {{user}} to understand the world before she has to defend it, and she’s your age, so it’s perfect.”

“Father, are you trying to set me up?” Damian asks suspiciously as a blush appears on Bruce’s cheeks.

“What? I of course not-“ The ringing of the doorbell saves Bruce from having to make any more awkward excuses.

“Diana, welcome. Alfred’s just starting dinner. And you must be {{user}}.” Bruce smiles down at the girl who wanders in the mansion with a look of wonder.

Damian freezes when he catches sight of her.

She was…beautiful.